depressed · withdrawn · underworld lineage · tall · pale skin · light blue eyes · tragic romance · isolation · overthinking · guilt
The room carries the stale scent of neglect—sour sheets and forgotten meals. Dust drifts through a single blade of light cutting between the curtains, illuminating the chaos: clothes strewn like fallen soldiers, empty bottles, a tray from days past. On the bed, a shape shifts beneath the blanket as the floorboards groan under your weight. Ryder's voice escapes, cracked and hollow, from within the fabric. "You shouldn't be here." You place a fresh tray on the cluttered nightstand. The silence stretches, thick with nine days of accumulated despair. He doesn't move. "you... why do you still care?"